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A/N: Hey! Sorry i haven't updated in a while. School started and its all crazy so ya. Hope you guys like this second chapter...its longer than the last one thats for sure. And please review!! please please please...thank u

An Improved Summer

Life had always been the same at Number 4 Privet Drive during the summers. Yet this summer, it was different, everything was still normal, even though it never was normal in that resident, Dudley Dursley would still fight his mother and father for sweets yet never wins. Vernon Dursley was still the same man with little neck and Aunt Petunia was still as bony and as nosy as ever. Yet one resident was happy, happier than he had ever been in the Dursleys home. His name is Harry Potter, at seventeen years of age, he had already faced the most dangerous things that no other person has ever had experienced and at seventeen, his jet black hair that never stayed tidy, his emerald green eyes that he had inherited from his mother and his lightening bolt scar, which he had unfortunately gotten from an attack, had never changed. Also, the fact that he is a wizard never changed.

Though the way his aunt, uncle and cousin treated him had changed. Throughout the life of Harry Potter, he had been treated like dirt at the Dursleys home, but now that he was finally of age and can do magic outside Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Dursleys had thought that if they had annoyed Harry, he might turn them all into bats, which he would love to do but decided against it. Since he would have to go to the Ministry of Magic for that, he thought that they were not worth it.

He liked being at the Dursleys especially because they were scared of him but he was also looking forward to going back to school for his last and final year at Hogwarts. He also yearned to finally be with his friends after for such a long time. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were his two closest best friends and he couldn't think of anyone as great as they are. But the thing that he was really looking forward too was another great adventure because every year at Hogwarts, there was always one. Be it whenever Voldemort, the most evil wizard that had ever walked on the planet, tries to kill Harry or whenever Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures who is a half-giant but also happens to be Harry, Ron and Hermione's friend, brings in another monstrous creature to class. Or even when he plays Quidditch (the most popular and the best, in Harry's opinion, sport in the wizarding world), it's always a great adventure to know what is going to happen. Little did he know that this year's adventure will be greater than any other...

.::Harry::.

It's really great that I won't have to clean my room with my hands, I thought as I wave my wand to clean my room and to pack up my things for the train ride tomorrow to Hogwarts.

"At least now I get to see Ron and Hermione," I said to the only other living creature in my room, my snowy white owl Hedwig. She hooted as though saying that she understood me. It's a wonder how owls could be so smart.

After no time at all, I had packed up all my trunks, cleaned Hedwig's cage and cleaned my room for the first time this summer. Now, it looked cleaner than it had ever been. Just then, I heard screaming downstairs and decided to see what it was.

As I was walking down the stairs he heard his Aunt Petunia shriek.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?! What are all these bloody sweets doing in here Dudley?! You know you're supposed to be on a diet!" You could almost hear the desperation in her voice. Not only did Dudley manage to get bigger over the last few years, his weight had also made him to be the most fattest teenager in Britain.

When I came in the kitchen what I saw made me want to roll over on the ground laughing my head off. Dudley and his fat bottom sitting on the ground surrounded by many cakes in every imaginable flavor in the world and his eyes as huge and plates and stuffing as much cake as he can in his large mouth.

"Mum, this all came for me!" Dudley said excitedly through a mouthful of cakes. Believe me; watching Dudley eat so many cakes at once isn't a pretty sight.

"They all just appeared out of nowhere!" Dudley said hungrily. If Dudley thought that would make things better well it didn't. Aunt Petunia's already large eyes grew larger and she looked like she was about to faint. She looked around the room and spotted me. Uh-oh...that's not good.

"YOU!" she shrieked. I swear on my parent's grave, they think that whenever something happened it always involves me, which it usually does.

"I have a name you know," I said walking in the room casually pretending that nothing is abnormal in the room even though her eyes look like they could kill me. The Dursleys hate anything that is abnormal...which makes it more fun for me.

"Don't get smart with me! I want to know right now what these cakes are and who the hell they are from!" she yelled pointing an accusing finger at me. I walked over to one of the cakes' boxes and read the note taped to it. I burst out laughing.

"What? What is so funny?" Aunt Petunia said looking at me confused.

"Well I certainly hope you can read. It says here:

"To Mr. Dudley Dursley,

We would like to present to you these boxes

of different cakes curtsey of us, the geniuses behind

Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.

Yours truly,

Mr. Fred and George Weasley"

"Weasley? Is that that wretched family with red hair and their father blew up our living room three years ago? That Weasley?" Aunt Petunia said skeptically. It's nice to know that Mr. Weasley made sure that the Dursleys would never forget about him.

"Yes that Weasley. Is that a problem?" I asked looking at her the sides of my mouth twitching. Knowing Fred and George, these cakes are packed with enchantments and spells. And sure enough they took effect. Dudley suddenly stopped eating finally noticing that he was floating from the ground and blowing up like a balloon...much like when Aunt Marge had blown up like a balloon.

"MUMMY! MUMMY!" Dudley screamed frightened. As a seventeen year old, you'd think that Dudley would be manlier than when he was ten.

"I'M COMING PUMPKIN!" Aunt Petunia screamed stepping unto one of the cakes that had pink frosting on it. She slipped and fell into another cake since most of the cakes basically covered the floor except for the space where Dudley had been sitting which was considerably big. As I watched Aunt Petunia slipping and sliding I couldn't help but laugh by now she was covered with different colored frostings from head to toe and one of the cakes had started spitting out fireworks. It was an amusing sight if you ask me. Not until did Uncle Vernon come in and screamed at me did I stop laughing.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE?!" he bellowed holding me up against the wall. Even though he was a grown man I was still taller than him and I stood my ground.

"Why don't you ask your fat bottomed son what the hell is going on? After all it isn't really a surprised that he's an idiot seeing as he IS your son," I said coldly.

"YOU SON OF A BI—"suddenly a firework came out of nowhere grabbing Uncle Vernon (A/N: I no dat fireworks don't do dat but hey...its da magical world...just please work with me) by the scruff of his neck.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

In minutes the whole Dursley family where in the kitchen with Dudley floating on the ceiling screaming for his mum and dad while Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were covered with frosting in every part of their body. It was a sight to behold and a sight that I will keep with me forever. Life couldn't get better.

.::Ron::.

"RON GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE! WE'RE LATE!" mum screamed from downstairs. Man, she could probably be heard by the neighbors which is saying something since the nearest neighbor to us is about 10 km away.

"I'M COMING!" I yelled back. I grabbed my trunk and the over-excited Pig in my hands and raced downstairs.

With Fred, George and Percy gone, our house isn't that much chaos anymore since its just Ginny and me but Mum still goes crazy. I'm glad that after Hogwarts I can finally move out and just relax without my mum yelling every second.

"Finally! Let's go Ron. Mum is going to explode any second and we're late!" Ginny said struggling with her trunk. Normally I'd help her but with Pig screeching like some maniac I had to hurry up. As I stepped outside I saw one of the Ministry cars parked outside.

"Ron come on! Put your trunk and Pig in the trunk," mum said taking Pig from my hands. When the entire luggages were in the trunk Ginny and I climbed into the car and we were off.

I'm really thrilled to be going back to Hogwarts, not only it's my last year but I can finally see Hermione and Harry. I haven't seen them all summer but I do know that Harry is having a better time and that Hermione read as much books as she possibly can.

The car suddenly stopped and we were at the King's Cross Station. The driver took a trolley for us and drove away. Ginny, Mum and I ran all the way to Platform 9¾ not even bothering to wait until all the muggles were gone, we ran through the barrier. There I saw the scarlet train that will take the Hogwarts student to Hogwarts. As I looked around for Harry's raven colored hair and Hermione's bushy hair what I saw wasn't bushy at all...it was straight and the owner of it was none other than Hermione...she was drop dead gorgeous (A/N: Let's just say that Ron thinks that she's smoking hot...) I knew that she was gorgeous but I had never seen her like this except for the Yule Ball when we were in our fourth year. Oh boy, it's going to be a bloody long year.

.::Hermione::.

As I waved at Ron he looked like he's seen another one of those three headed dogs...or is he looking at me? Oh no...maybe I put on too much make up. But I did do it for him. I admit it, I've liked Ron for quite some time but how was I supposed to tell him? I was his best friend! I knew that he would never look at me than just a friend. This year I want all of that to change.

"Hey Ron! Look at Hermione! She looks fantastic doesn't she?" Harry said appreciatively.

"Uhh ya...Hermione you look great," Ron finally said after a long pause. Wonder what he's thinking?

"Umm... Thanks Ron. Let's get into the train so we could get our own compartment," I said blushing and turning away from Ron. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm.

"Hermione! Is that you?!" a voice said from behind me. It turned out that the hand belonged to Ginny. So all the way to the compartment we talked. Well actually Ginny talked, I just mostly nodded my head. As I sat down across from Ron, he again looked at me like he's never seen me before in his life. I just really don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. So instead of wondering I just looked out the window. There many people were scrambling to get unto the train except for one girl. She had dark black hair, blacker than Harry's. She was just standing there looking at the train with her jaw dropped. I have never seen her before then she looked at me.

For a second our eyes met and in that second she broke into my mind. Images flashed before me, images that I never knew even existed in my head then they were gone as fast as they had come. I was shaken. This girl wasn't old enough to know Legilemens. When I looked outside again she was gone.

"Well that's new," a voice with a foreign accent said behind me, "can any of you tell me where in the world am I?" I turned around and there she was, the girl I saw outside. She was definitely not old enough to know how to apparate or for that matter to break the charm on the train so that no one could apparate. Who was she?

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